It was Winter in Minneapolis Minnesota 1979. I had takenan interest in OBE's and how to have one. Having already practicedmeditation, I decided to use the same "focus and concentration" tofocus on leaving my body. I imagined in my minds eye that I waspulling myself up and out on a rope like the ones we used in gymclass. It sounds easy but in fact it was not. I eventually drifted offto sleep. Shortly afterward I awoke with a buzzing sensation; it waslike being plugged into an electric wall outlet. I started to getanxious but decided not to let myself get carried away.I made myself roll out of bed. I had an intense pain in my head.I could actually feel my feet touch the floor. I waselated! I was actually having and OBE. I remember thinking, "I shouldbe able to see myself in bed!" I wasn't there! In fact my bed wasnicely made up. It WAS my room but there was a chair in the cornerwhere there really should not have been. In place of my stove sat anold radiator heater, and I could not see myself in the mirror. Feet asheavy as lead, I managed to exit my apartment into the hallway andpull myself up the stairway bannister. Outside it was a warm sunny day!

I eventually came across LaBerges book on Lucid Dreaming and laterhis second book. It was evident to me that I had not had an OBE but alucid dream.

I am almost seventy years old and have had several lucid dreams. Manyof them I call pre-lucid because I never quite become fully lucid.

October 28th 2014A Pre Lucid Dream.I took my Donepezile, and a B-12 tabletand went to bed at 10:30pm.

I don't know when the dream started butIt was about Sara D, when I knew her yearsago, back in Minnesota, when she filled anempty place in the heart.

She was the good student, from a professionalfamily, her father a doctor at the RochesterHospital in Rochester Minnesota.

She worked at the Mayo Clinic In Minneapolis,a student job, a mail clerk part time, and Iwould stop by in the afternoons and make therounds with her. She was just nineteen and Ithe older man of thirty.

In the dream I had met her again, at her housein Los Angeles,but it was not her house,It was mine, where I had grown up as a teen,but she was there and I wanted to talk to her,again, rekindle something.

I looked for her in the house, a room withplastic sheeting, someone was doing remodeling.It was her parents room, my mothers in reallife, but in the dream it was HER parents. Theywere not home.

I found her, I just wanted to talk, to be close again,but she was absorbed with other interests, onthe phone with someone, “Always nice to talkto you David” she said. I was not David and I wentinto another room, her bedroom, and began to breakapart her furniture!

When I waken It is 2:02am.

I am nearly seventy now, still the older man, herno longer the student, a Lawyer, and she appearsto be happy.

Really, what more could I want but that?

Falling back to sleep, again and again,new dreams emerge, I nearly break into full luciditybut remain submerged.

The scene is fresh and new; the town is somethingsmaller, in the country I think, rural and rustic. And awoman appears, in her late twenties I think, tough andbeautifully shaped, her shirt open, large breast exposedto the daylight, long dark hair over her shoulders.

She walks down a path to a body of lake water wherethere is a recreation building or perhaps is is aboat house. I can't help but follow,her brown body, masculine, muscles defined and sharpagainst the background. She is in cut offs now and wears abikini top; from behind I can see how broad her shoulders,years of weight training. She is beautiful and I amenthralled. Mesmerized! Aroused!

Her blond friend, short hair, not so stunning. Notso well defined. Not so sharp against the background, butbeautiful non the less. And soon we are all at a partyand she asks me in a manly but feminine way if I haveany weed. I have not.

Many young men and women are at this party.Another young woman has my attention and we lookfor a safe way under the boat docks but there is nowhereto place our bodies. There is only the deep dark water.